Happy 25th birthday to my nephew Brett (he’s the one on the left as if you probably couldn’t figure that out on your own). Can’t believe he’s 25. I remember the morning he was born. I was called to come over to the house because Fran (his mom) was in labor. Poor Fran is pacing all over the place and my brother is busy gathering papers to take with him to drop off on the way to the hospital. If I was in labor and my husband was gathering papers I would be gathering his will — that’s all I have to say.
Going to the Twins game tonight, hopefully it won’t get rained out. I have a birthday greeting scheduled for the Twins board but shhhhhhhh it’s a secret.